Struggles and Flow

The neighbors’ pond overflows and runs under the road along the south perimeter and into LightPointPond. This then flows another several hundred feet into Blacksmith Creek. Always water but at different points along the way a slightly different water or form continually moving to its final resting place.

There is a small divide in the creek formed by a patch of land and a few saplings toppled over during previous spring floods. On the near side the water is funneled into a small channel by the tree trunks. It seems to be pushing and forcing its way downstream. Struggling against the imposing obstacles that alter and misdirect its path it has a course savage look and sound and fury as if to say out of my way I have places to get to now and in a hurry and at any cost. It does not appear to be happy water.

The opposite side forms more a quiet pool or eddy of water. Silent and subtle it too is blocked by a single large tree trunk which appears to hold it back. This water seems more content to stop and rest along the trunk for a spell. It gathers up a bit of strength and courage and then lolls and slumps gently over the trunk continuing its journey downstream toward home. Unflinching by the opposing obstacles it flows in no hurry and without struggle.

The same waters of the same streams heading to ultimately the same place. One side struggles and one side flows. Not necessarily paths of least resistance more a choice of not resisting what lies in the paths?

We are all the same too. Perhaps at different points in our journey we appear with subtle or sometimes with gross differences in our form. Under the surface we are however all the same. All journeying to the same final resting place - all going home. Some of us struggle and some of us flow.

Kundalini Fog

Light Point Pond is about one year old in present (human) standards of lifetimes. It only struck me a few days ago that she is much older - perhaps millions of years old and has incarnated only just recently through me. I am to be receptive of her lessons and convey her message of healing, joy and love. She presents magnificent masses of fog on many mornings. They rise like gentle sheets or waves of wet mist. Wafting upwards towards the skies swirling almost dancing to a song all their own. She offers to the skies the gift of her essence and shares a piece of her soul to anyone watching or listening.

On this particular morning the fog had a new look. Or perhaps I had a new sight of vision as the fog rising was no longer sheet like but more spiraling finger-like in a pattern of her own kundalini rising to meet her skyward Gods. She was shedding her evening coat preparing to greet the morning and the day with a fresh new and cleaned face.

Watching one could see the tubular spirals climb upon one another lifting-stretching reaching upward as if it were a race to see which band would get there first. Beneath the waters laughed and played as the fog pulled away seeking to become one with the air above and to tear itself from the wet bonds that held so tightly below. No longer pulled down by gravity and the weight of its own water particles it ascends to become a spirit of the air and rise and move onward to another life form.

This pond shall teach me of changing life forms as in nature all forms are so temporary and transient. It is the only way. All death is a new life and all new life is but a death of some kind. And so cyclical and so necessary to perpetuate new ideas and cast them into infinity.

I wait in silence and gratitude for her to speak to me. That I may come to know of her wisdom and heal and offer her teachings to others that they too may heal and become whole.

Light Point Pond - A Place of Healing

The beginning;
It began as a ‘thought’ a ‘dream’ just an ‘idea’ that someday I would put a pond on the SouthEast end of the backyard in the wet area where no one ever goes. The summer of 2007 was particularly dry and the opportunity was right and so the ‘dream’ became a reality.
Thus began the excavation of a small pear shaped pond in my backyard. I walked the perimeter and flagged the surrounding hedge rows to guide the excavating crew. It seemed such a small area in the beginning which after seven days turned into more of a lake as long as a football field and half again as wide. Three feet deep on the shallow end expanding to fifteen feet on the deep end. The shape became more a combination of a light bulb and or the top half of an exclamation point. Hence the name decided upon was Light Point Pond.
So this is Light Point Pond. A Nature Sanctuary, a place of healing, a gift of Love to all who come.

I hadn’t realized just how devastating and damaging this project could be. When it was finished I looked at it and felt sick inside for a moment at the massive hole and scar created there on the surface of the Earth. Ouch! Would the Nature Gods ever forgive me for such a mess and for doing such a hurtful thing? My intentions were good, create an area for wildlife and mankind to rest and compose their troubles spirits. Still, I somehow could feel an internal pain at the sight of the pit. And how in a few brief days man could destroy what took so many years to create and evolve. The Nature Gods must have been pleased after all, for in a matter of 60 days the pond filled with the fall rains and underground springs. Sealing over the ugly spot of destruction and beginning the creation of a beautiful place in nature for all creatures that abound near-by.
The following are stories from Light Point Pond as I wander around the woods and water or just sit and rest near-by.

Nature offers its beauty and wisdom in brief moments of silence and in the scenes of life unfolding all around. In that single moment a soul is healed from these offerings of love. May you too be healed by a brief stop here, bless you and thank-you for your visit.

First mishap:
The pond filled in 60 days as I mentioned September 25th to November 25th. The fall rains began literally the day after we stopped digging. And seemed to come in a frenzy and pace probably not unusual to fall rains but perhaps in an effort to fill the unsightly hole and prepare for the winter snows soon to come. I remember it was December 13th or there abouts, somewhere in the middle of the night. I heard the thunderous crash from my bedroom. Peering out from the window I spotted it. The first pond mishap and I wondered and worried as I watched. Just what had I created? A small deer must have lost her way coming from the woods moving southward towards the neighbors open field to graze on what was left of any tasty grasses. She fell into the pond! And thrashed and swam her way across it. Fortunately the ice was thin only an inch or two. Nothing to compare with the weight of a strong and healthy doe. I watched in awe as she wrangled her way across the mid-section of pond probably about 50-60 feet in width. She pulled herself out on the south shore shook off and was gone in an instant. I walked the area the following morning. It was chilly but not cold enough to threaten the deer and I found no sign of her anywhere as her tracks soon disappeared off into the woods. I am curious to see what this winter brings for ice episodes.